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Updated on March 21, 2016

I have not been stimulated to be somewhere in a long time. Sure, I was excited to Iceland. And Morocco. And that trip to the Caribbean last year.

Okay, I irritated a lot, but I have not been this excited in a long time. When I landed in Bangkok a few days ago, I saw in the window of an airplane a reflection of a guy’s eyes widened and bushy tails see a place for the first time all over again. That’s my guy. I went home.

For years, I dreamed about coming back to my roots, slinging the backpack over my shoulder, and traveling without a plan anymore. However, life always seems to get in the way and the trip is delayed. “Something” always go up.

It’s easy to build a habit and enter a comfort zone. Days passed, and before I know it, years have passed and the list of things to see there is a longer and difficult.

After months of talking about it, I’m here, back in Southeast Asia, actually doing it. It’s finally real! I’m back in Thailand, a country where it all started, to spend some time traveling around the area to expand. I’ve felt more comfortable and resting in the past few days than I have in months.

I am in a country where, during my first visit, I got ripped off twice a day (back to back mind you), I eat street food because McDonald seems scary, and reviews my idea of ​​roughing it is a three-star hotel.

And I loved every moment of it! It threw me out of my comfort zone and I travel hook more.

This is the start of a five-month journey, and I will enjoy every moment and take advantage of every opportunity. I started a new trip my back in the city of Chiang Mai, where I’ve met in years backpackers have changed my life. Those who showed me where to go long on a budget is possible, and make me tell my companions, “Scott, I’ll go home and quit my job to travel the world.”

I often wondered what had happened to them. they went for how long? Where did they go? What are they doing now? I doubt they’ll recognize me today, and if it were not for an old image I have of us, I would not either.

They have changed my life – and set me on the path that leads me to where I am today.

What drew me to the tourist a sense of infinite possibilities it brings. You can do anything you want and you never know where the day will actually take you. As I look out in the next few months, I have that feeling again. While I have a common path in mind, there are many options, and I could end up anywhere. All I know is that I will be in new places, see new things, and meet new people.

After two months here, it’s back on the big blue Pacific Ocean and down to South America, where I will explore Patagonia, turn right at Machu Picchu, explore the Amazon, and drunk slowly slid off of Argentine wine.

I was lucky to have a career that allows me to plop myself down half-way around the world and spend time as much as I wanted. But even if you do not have the same luxury, do not let your inner naysayer your keep. It’s never too late to start over and do what you’ve been dreaming of.

Because even when it finally got motivated to go to the gym, go to the dance class, or learn archery (something I never “have time” to do ), it is never too late to start. It’s never too late to say “I love you, let the kids finally get to Europe.”

According to Dave Matthews said, “The future is no place to place your better days.”

And, right now, I’m having some of the best days I’ve had in a while.


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